Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 3457 Yu Shiwei!
Wanjian Villa stands tall in the northern suburb of Guyang City and is built on the hillside. It is not so much a mountain villa, but it is comparable to a majestic city.

Since the establishment of Wanjian Villa, it has a history of tens of thousands of years, and its foundation is so deep that it is far beyond comparison with ordinary forces.

In addition, the forging level of Wanjian Villa is second to none in the Immortal Realm. Therefore, for thousands of years, whether it is reputation, status, or wealth, Wanjian Villa has been steadily improving.

What is lacking is nothing more than an immortal emperor-level powerhouse sitting in command, otherwise, he would have been able to establish a sect and become the overlord of one side.

Even so, looking from the bottom of the mountain, seeing the majestic and continuous villas is enough to make people admire.

Because the Sword Appreciation Conference is about to be held, the mountain road up the mountain is already full of traffic and pedestrians.

Those who received the invitation would naturally enter the villa to live in a legitimate way, and those who did not receive the invitation wanted to try their luck, maybe they could meet the qualifications and sneak into the villa to watch the ceremony.

Among them, Ling Feng and his party were included.

Although Ling Feng doesn't have any status at the moment, Xiao Xianling does!

Tangtang picks up the granddaughter of the Immortal Venerable, the name is enough to bluff people.

The three of them went up the mountain with the flow of people, it seemed that out of respect for Wanjian Villa, after entering the range of the mountain road, no one was flying in the air, but went up the mountain honestly along the mountain road.

After climbing for about an hour, I finally saw the majestic gate of Wanjian Villa.

I saw a gate tower more than three feet high standing in front of it, with the words "Wanjian Villa" written on it, and a golden sword pattern with a strange shape, which is extraordinary.

Many disciples of Wanjian Villa and visiting guests have gathered in front of the gate. Those who have invitations can enter the villa directly after registering their information. Those who do not have invitations must be swordsmiths if they want to enter the villa. , or is of extraordinary origin.

Of course, there is the simplest and most effective way.

pay.

One quota, 100 million fairy stones!

"Jingle bell~"

The crisp and pleasant bell sounded in his ears suddenly, and Ling Feng couldn't help but stare, only to find that the person in front of him who was registering was a girl with a guqin in her arms and a light veil covering her face.

is her!

Ling Feng blinked, it was the barefoot girl he met at the gate of the city.

Although she was walking on the road with bare feet, the soles of those feet were still as white as jade, and even emitted a faint glow.

It was the woman from Cihang Jingzhai.

However, according to Cheng Tianyong, the female disciples of Cihang Jingzhai are all monks, unrepentant, unmoved, and almost all of them are proficient in medical skills.

The barefoot girl's trip should have been down the mountain to practice.

"It's a pity!"

Cheng Tianyong shook his head and sighed softly, such a beauty is a monk.

"Tch, smelly man!"

Xiao Xianling gave him a vicious gouged look, Cheng Tianyong shrank his neck angrily, and stopped talking.

……

"It turns out to be Miss Yushi from Cihang Jingzhai, please come in."

Standing in front of the mountain gate and responsible for checking the worship posts are two young-looking disciples, a man and a woman. The man is youthful and the woman is lively. The two stand side by side. Judging from some intimate gestures, it is obvious that It's a childhood sweetheart relationship.

"Thank you."

Yu Shiwei hugged the guqin, bowed to the two disciples, and then stepped barefoot, moving lightly with lotus steps, and crossed the gate.

The graceful figure and the dusty demeanor like a banished fairy made the male disciple a little dazed, and couldn't help but look back a few more times.

"hiss!"

At this moment, there was a sharp pain in the soft flesh around his waist, and the male disciple grinned his teeth in pain, and looked down, it turned out that it was the junior sister beside him who stretched out her hand and pinched him severely.

"Hmph, have your souls flown?"

Shen Xiangxiang glared at Zong Huaiyue angrily, and said angrily.

It turned out that these two were disciples of the younger generation of Wanjian Villa. The man's name was Zong Huaiyue, who had the same surname as the owner Zonglian.

The girl's name is Shen Xiangxiang, who is Zong Huaiyue's distant cousin. Because her parents died early, she lived in Wanjian Villa since she was a child, and she was childhood sweetheart with Zong Huaiyue.

"Where...where is it?"

Zong Huaiyue coughed a few times in embarrassment, but his old face was slightly flushed, and he looked a little guilty.

"Hey, everyone has a love for beauty, little brother, I can understand it!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked a bit sloppy came up, his chest was open, his round belly was exposed, and he was winking. He didn't look like a serious person at first glance.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Zong Huaiyue took a deep breath, straightened his face, and returned to work.

"Hey, talented people come out from generation to generation. The new generation replaces the old ones. The younger generation doesn't know old people like us anymore!"

The slovenly middle-aged man grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, and groped for a moment in the open placket before leaving the invitation on the table.

Shen Xiangxiang looked disgusted, and almost couldn't help pinching his nose. Zong Huaiyue smiled bitterly, so he could only pick up the greeting card, opened it, and his complexion changed slightly.

"You... are you a hidden sword master?"

"Hey, how are you, can I go in?"

Zang Jian patted his stomach and said with a smile.

"When...of course..."

Zong Huaiyue carefully returned the greeting card, and respectfully welcomed Master Cangjian into the villa.

"It's really a person who can't be judged by his appearance. He is actually a master of hidden swords?"

Shen Xiangxiang stuck out his tongue, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "I heard that Master Hidden Sword was once a rare handsome man, why did he become like this now?"

"who knows?"

Zong Huaiyue shrugged, didn't say much, just kept smiling and received the guests.

Not long after, a young man wearing half an iron mask strode forward. Zong Huaiyue and Shen Xiangxiang saw the person coming, and hurried forward.

"Brother!"

Zong Huaiyue stepped forward and bowed to the iron-faced boy, while Shen Xiangxiang held the iron-faced boy's wrist very affectionately, and said coquettishly: "Brother, you will go away for more than half a year, Xiangxiang wants to is you!"

Although the iron-masked boy only wore half of the iron mask, his whole face was as indifferent as an iron mask. Even when facing the salutes from his juniors and younger sisters, he only nodded slightly.

It's just that Zong Huaiyue and Shen Xiangxiang have long been used to it, because their elder brother Ao Qianchuan was born unable to cry, laugh, or show any expressions.

Ao Qianchuan also grew up with Zong Huaiyue and Shen Xiangxiang. He is an orphan, and his adoptive parents are ordinary swordsmiths in Wanjian Villa. However, his talent for swordsmithing is extremely high, so at a young age, he was included in the direct line , became the most outstanding swordsmith among the younger generation of Wanjian Villa.

"I'll go ahead and leave home for half a year. I'll go home and see my parents first." Ao Qianchuan said indifferently, but looked at Shen Xiangxiang with a hint of gentleness.

"Alright, I'll be handing over to the other juniors in a while, we'll find you again!"

As Shen Xiangxiang said, he let go of the elder brother's arm, but held Zong Huaiyue's hand very naturally.

Ao Qianchuan nodded calmly, turned around and walked into the villa.

Time passed little by little, during which batches of guests passed through and entered the villa, and many people had no choice but to go back home.

At this time, a man and a woman walked up to Zong Huaiyue. It is worth mentioning that the girl among them, with long silver hair, was quite eye-catching.

"You two, do you have a greeting card?"

Zong Huaiyue looked at the two people in front of him, and asked routinely.

"No."

The silver-haired girl was Mo Yurou. She frowned and pushed Zhou Yan beside her.

Zhou Yan swallowed, and could only say: "I am... I am a swordsmith!"

Zong Huaiyue took a look at Zhou Yan, and said lightly: "Then, do you have the senior swordsmith token issued by the Swordsmith Union?"

"This……"

Zhou Yan was in trouble, he didn't have such a thing.

"We just don't bother to judge, don't we?"

Mo Yurou frowned, "In short, he is a swordsmith, the real deal!"

"Sorry, if you don't have the token of the senior swordsmith, you may not be able to..."

Zong Huaiyue shook his head. Although there are some truly capable blacksmiths who would disdain to accept the judgment of the Swordsmiths Union, there is still a young and fledgling kid like Zhou Yan.

The level of sword casting is probably far inferior to that of himself, the direct disciple of Wanjian Villa.

"Hmph, I... I'm still a disciple of the Heavenly Inner Sect!"

Mo Yurou gritted her teeth and took out her identity token.

"It turned out to be a disciple of Tianzhi, disrespect and disrespect."

Zong Huaiyue clasped his fists at Mo Yurou and saluted Mo Yurou. Mo Yurou felt complacent, and was about to enter the villa, but was stopped again, "Sorry, there are so many disciples in the inner sect of Tianzhi, if they are only inner sect disciples, I'm afraid they won't be able to enter. It is different if it is Liuyu Jiuyao, or if it is passed down by the immortal."

"you……"

Mo Yurou's eyes widened in anger, "I...although I am not one of the Six Royals and Nine Yaos, but I am... I am the younger sister of Immortal Yufeng!"

"If Immortal Yufeng arrives in person and wants to bring the girl in, that's fine, but..."

"hateful!"

Mo Yurou was so angry that her teeth were itching, this brat was simply trying to make things difficult for herself!

At this moment, a strange voice came, "Hey, what's the matter? Isn't this a white-haired monster? They won't let you in! Ohhhhhhhh..."

But Xiao Xianling covered her mouth and laughed strangely.

She was originally queuing with Ling Feng at the back, but suddenly saw Mo Yurou, an old acquaintance, so naturally she would not miss this good opportunity to taunt her.

"you!"

Mo Yurou clenched her fist tightly, but she had nothing to say.

Xiao Xianling grinned, winked at Ling Feng and Cheng Tianyong, and strode over, "White-haired monster, you should see how I got in!"

Saying that, Xiao Xianling directly took out a seal that belonged to Jieyin Xianzun from his pocket, and said with a smile: "Little brother, do you think we can go in now?"

"Accept the seal of the Immortal Venerable?"

Zong Huaiyue's eyelids twitched, and he nodded hastily, "It turned out that they were sent by Master Xianzun, everyone, please come in!"

As soon as Jieyin Xianzun's name came out, let alone his little disciple, if Jieyin Xianzun really came by himself, maybe even the owner of the village would have to show up to greet him in person.

"Ok!"

Xiao Xianling nodded in satisfaction, and looked back at Xiao Xianling provocatively, "White-haired monster, remember that you owe me a favor!"

After finishing speaking, he walked into the villa swaggeringly.

Mo Yurou was so angry that her teeth were itching, she looked at Xiao Xianling's leaving back, snorted softly, took a step forward, and followed.

A hero doesn't suffer from the immediate disadvantages, let's get in first and then talk!

(End of this chapter)